Lying on Evelyn’s lap, my field of vision was narrow—only her unreadable smile and Carol’s gentle one filled my sight.

Though both Evelyn and Carol had... complicated personalities, their beauty was undeniable. Evelyn especially carried an aristocratic grace in every gesture. Even her pale complexion couldn’t mask that regal, ice-queen aura. I’d never met anyone like her back in my old life.

Dressed as a maid, Evelyn was breathtaking. Not even the most famous cosplayers from my past world could match her perfect blend of elegance and allure.

Carol, meanwhile, felt like the warm, easygoing older sister next door. Petite but tender, she served me with thoughtful care. As long as you avoided her triggers, being around her was pure comfort.

By now, I’d accepted reality.

As the saying goes: *Practice reveals truth.*

As the almighty Great Demon King Sibyl, I’d tested every possible reaction when dealing with these two lolicon subordinates—and learned the consequences.

If losing my freedom and enduring "training sessions" counted as a free win... then when these two *wanted* to mess with me:

Surrendering without resistance = free win (maybe even a decent outcome for good behavior).

Running away = instant free win, *plus* extra punishment.

Protesting = logical or illogical rebuttals, then free win anyway.

Acting cute = slowed and softened the free-win process.

Crying = could worsen or ease the punishment, depending on their mood.

Now? Running was impossible. Protesting useless. Crying hadn’t helped much. To get the best outcome... I had to act cute. Dignity? Toss it.

My current form—a pink-haired loli—made it effortless. No awkwardness. And since my audience was two beautiful girls? Zero psychological pressure.

Right now, I lay on Evelyn’s lap-pillow while Carol fed me bites. One was a True Ancestor vampire; the other, a terrifying Succubus. Only *this* Overlord deserved such luxury, eh~

Mouth full, I beamed up at them with saccharine sweetness, voice dripping in baby-talk:

"Mmm~ Carol-nee’s snacks are *so* yummy~ Evelyn-nee’s petting feels amazing~ I loooove you both the *most*~"

Before I finished, my own cheeks burned crimson—like ripe apples. I wanted to vanish into the floorboards.

*How did I force myself to say that?! So cringey. So humiliating.*

Evelyn and Carol froze mid-motion, clearly stunned.

"Oh my~" Evelyn teased, eyes glinting. "Our Great Demon King Sibyl *seems* mature, but she’s still just a nine-year-old child. Only now remembering to act cute to win us over? Carol, look—her little face is flushed! This must’ve been so hard for her."

"She’s just a tiny loli," Carol murmured, stroking my heated cheek. "Changing tactics when things go wrong is natural. A bit childish, yes—but undeniably adorable. Here, open wide~"

Evelyn added smoothly: "This outfit must be uncomfortable for you, Great Demon King. Shall we change you into casual wear?"

...She had a point. Fancy robes *were* awkward for lap-pillow lounging. I nodded.

...

Ten minutes later, dressed in a breezy sundress, I lay sprawled on Evelyn’s lap and let out a satisfied burp.

My appetite stayed tiny—as always. Belly already full, I waved weakly at Carol to stop feeding me.

She set the plate aside. "Finished already, Great Demon King? Then it’s time for the next step. Evelyn, you handle the punishment."

"Hm? You won’t do it yourself?"

"After using *Soul Guardian* to comfort her earlier, I can’t... *play* for four days. The duty falls to you, Lady Evelyn."

"Tch. I hate hearing children cry," Evelyn sighed, shaking her head.

My blood ran cold. *Punishment?!*

"W-wait! What are you—?!"

"You ran away, Great Demon King Sibyl," Carol said sternly, fingers tracing my jaw. "You knew capture meant consequences. Though you lead our Demon Kin in name, we’re your guardians now. Running is unacceptable. And this time? Acting cute won’t save you."

I shuddered. Escape was impossible. I tried to squirm free—but Carol’s hands slid down my cheeks, lifting me effortlessly.

"Let me go! *Now!*" I thrashed, but her grip was iron.

"Oh dear~" Evelyn mused. "How *shall* we discipline our naughty Sibyl?"

Carol smiled. "Tools would complicate things. Simplest solution: spank her bottom."

*Again?! Carol, are you some kind of SP fetishist?! Pervert!!*

"No! Stop it!!" I kicked wildly.

"If she wriggles, I might miss," Evelyn frowned. "Shall we pin her with magic?"

"No need." Carol adjusted me in her arms—head up, torso cradled tight against her chest, my hands trapped. Her other arm pressed down on my knees. It resembled a princess carry, but tilted sharply. My thighs and bottom were fully exposed, perfectly positioned for Evelyn’s hand. Effortless.

For them.

For me? Not fun at all.